March On, March On › Representative Texts

1 March on, march on, O ye soldiers true,
In the cross of Christ confiding,
For the field is set, and the hosts are met,
And the Lord His own is guiding.
Through earth's wide round, let the tidings sound,
Of the Lord who came from heaven;
Of the mighty hope, that with death can cope,
And the love so freely given.

Refrain:
March on, march on, O ye soldiers true,
In the cross of Christ confiding,
For the field is set and the hosts are met,
and the Lord His own is guiding.

2 We march to fight with the powers of night,
That have held the world in sorrow;
And the broken heart shall forget its smart,
And shall hail a joyful morrow,
We fight with wrong, and our weapon strong
Is the love which hate shall banish;
And the chains shall fall from each ransomed thrall,
As the thrones of tyrants vanish. [Refrain]

3 Long wear the fight, but the God of right,
Though unseen, is ever near us;
And the prayers that rise to the listening skies
Like a song of hope shall cheer us.
Till the sunrise broad of the day of God
Shall declare the victor's glory,
And the world shall rest in her Lord confessed,
And shall sing the finished story. [Refrain]

Amen.


Methodist Hymn and Tune Book: official hymn book of the Methodist Church #298

1 March on, march on, O ye soldiers true,
In the Cross of Christ confiding,
For the field is set, and the hosts are met,
And the Lord His own is guiding.
Thro' earth's wide round, let the tidings sound,
Of the Lord who came from heaven,
Of the mighty hope that with death can cope,
And the love so freely given.

Refrain:
March on, march on, O ye soldiers true,
In the Cross of Christ confiding,
For the field is set, and the hosts are met
And the Lord His own is guiding.

2 We march to fight with the powr's of night
That have held the world in sorrow;
And the broken heart shall forget its smart,
And shall hail a joyful morrow.
We fight with wrong, and our weapon strong
Is the love which hate shall banish;
And the chains shall fall from each ransom'd thrall,
As the thrones of tyrants vanish. [Refrain]

3 Long wears the fight, but the God of right
Tho' unseen is ever near us;
And the pray'rs that rise to the list'ning skies
Like a song of hope shall cheer us.
Till the sunrise broad of the day of God
Shall declare the victor's glory,
And the world shall rest, in her Lord confess'd,
And shall sing the finished story. [Refrain]


The Church Hymnal: containing hymns approved and set forth by the general conventions of 1892 and 1916; together with hymns for the use of guilds and brotherhoods, and for special occasions (Rev. ed) #594

1 March on, march on, ye sol­diers true
In the cross of Christ con­fid­ing,
For the field is set, and the hosts are met,
And the Lord His own is guid­ing;
Thro’ the earth’s wide round, we the tid­ings sound
Of the Lord who came from Hea­ven;
Of the migh­ty hope that with death can cope,
And the love so free­ly given.

Refrain:
March on, march on, ye sol­diers true,
In the cross of Christ con­fid­ing,
For the field is set, and the hosts are met,
And the Lord His own is guid­ing.

2 We march to fight with the pow’rs of night,
That hold the world in sor­row;
And the brok­en heart shall be healed of its smart,
And arise to a joy­ful mor­row;
O’er the realms of night shall our stand­ard bright
Arise, their dark­ness clear­ing;
And souls that were dead to the Lord who bled,
Shall re­vive at His glad ap­pear­ing. [Refrain]

3 O so long is the fight, but the God of light
Is ev­er watch­ing near us;
And the pray­ers that rise to the list­en­ing skies
Like a song of hope shall cheer us;
Till the sun­rise broad of the day of God
Shall shine on the Vic­tor’s glo­ry;
And earth at rest, in her Lord con­fessed,
Shall re­joice in the fin­ished sto­ry. [Refrain]


The Cyber Hymnal #16344

1 March on, march on, ye soldiers true,
In the cross of Christ confiding,
For the field is set, and the hosts are met,
And the Lord His own is guiding.
Thro’ the earth’s wide round, we the tidings sound
Of the Lord who came from heaven;
Of the mighty hope, that with death can cope,
And the love so freely given.

Refrain:
March on, march on, ye soldiers true,
In the cross of Christ confiding,
For the field is set, and the hosts are met,
And the Lord His own is guiding.

2 We march to fright with the pow’rs of night,
That hold the world in sorrow;
And the broken heart shall be healed of its smart,
And arise to a joyful morrow.
O’er the realms of night shall our standard bright
Arise, their darkness clearing;
And the souls that were dead to the Lord who bled,
Shall revive at His glad appearing. [Refrain]

3 Long, long is the fight, but the God of light
Is ever watching near us;
And the pray’rs that rise to the list’ning skies
Like a song of hope shall cheer us;
Till the sunrise broad of the day of God
Shall shine on the Victor’s glory,
And earth at rest, in her Lord confessed,
Shall rejoice in the finished story. [Refrain]

Williston Hymns #74